Homer is where the heart is...

That summer I...

Ate bear meat.

Had no idea what The Shack was...who knew I would be hugging Paul Young roughly one year later.

Fell head over heals in love with Him...again.

Realized what Beauty was.

Worshipped.

Knew academia could no longer be lord of my life.

Felt intimacy.

Finally opened the ears and eyes of my heart.

Did not realize how interconnected that experience would still be to this very year, day, and moment.

Encountered Him.

More often than not Homer and the Arctic Mercy staff is on my heart.

I did not have to travel to Alaska to have my eyes opened...

But I am more than a little bit thankful that I was able to encounter God's Holy Spirit in an untouched tundra shrouded in beauty and ceaseless summer.

I am also thankful God spoke through these people.

(+Bethany!)

Who is this God?

King of glory.

You are Holy.

The Lion and the Lamb.

Hallelujah.

Oh Messiah, You are the great I Am.